suicidalthoughts
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Listen close and you’ll hear my cry
I’ve given up my life is no prize
With wounds so deep
I can not try
When all hope is lost
I feel like a burden in my own home, I am not loved I am loathed.
I just lie here and cry, I want someone to lie with me
People around me don't care
so why should I?
Life's not fair,
and I want to cry.
But the clock goes tick tock,
see theres no time.
So I seek for help,
but get turned down
Because my depression
I think depression is in love with me. His alibi is anxiety. I run and run but they follow me everywhere. It's like we're having an affair. Sometimes I agree and let them overtake me and sometimes I keep running.
I drag my weary body off of the rock they call a bed, pull on my shit-stained boots, exhausted even though I must have slept. Slathering on make-up, I hide the bags and effectively put on my mask.
I want to leave.I want to escape.This life I got,How did I deserve this? Blade in hand.Tears running down my face.Should I?I don't know. I have a big enough closet,Rope is in the garage.Pills are in the medicine cabinet.My bedroom window could be
Life is funny in an ironic way
Hate the one that loves you
Love the one that hates you
Don't
Know what you have
Till its gone
All in an instant it
Can be gone before you even had a chance to
To the lost, the forgotten, the outcasts, to all those who feel hopeless and alone. This cruel, sick, and twisted world you live in has made you think the unthinkable and speak the unspeakable.
